Blackalicious made the alphabet into a weapon — fast, sharp, flawless. This song takes the same building blocks and drags them through the dirt. Every letter carries a ghost, every line is a mess you can’t shake, and instead of flexing, you’re exorcising.

It’s A through Z, but every sound is bent out of shape: anxiety, burnout, chaos, bad decisions, jokes that land too hard, memories that never leave. The alphabet becomes a graveyard where each letter carves another headstone. Funny when you yell it, heavy when you sit with it. Fucked Up Ghosts isn’t about showing off — it’s about being buried by every word you’ve ever carried.

Fucked Up Ghosts

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Memorial Day

The Hardest Mile

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The Meanest Of Times

Fairmount Hill

Thundermother

The Original Sin

A complex distillation of classic punk rock, Celtic folk and American rock'n'roll, the albums put the band's diversity, intensity and sincerity on full display.

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